Was it a dream…

You were there right behind me, as we were walking in the crowded street or was it a wild party, like, a carnival. People were everywhere, milling around, in strange costumes, their eyes on painted faces, shining, behind their masks, and I, got lost, separated from my mob, following another group, being pushed in a different direction, different to mine, with you right behind. I could feel, almost touch you, or actually, you could, and you did, whenever you could, when I leaned back, you pushed me along. Your smell, your touch, your feel, intoxicating. We were tagged along, being carried along these moving masses, like riding on the swell of a wave, pushing us, inside the ocean. The rhythm, the sensation, the music, the hot breath, all around, fragrant, sensuous, your hands, your lips, your breath, your desire, touching me, caressing me, and I just walked bare feet, my hair undone, <a href="https://medium.com/ipoetry/was-it-a-dream-a36037d6082f">Read More</a>